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There was a piece of paper pinned to his shirt. The suicide note was on it. The note was always on it and the blood spattered across it was always fresh. “Your mother has cancer, Champ. From the cigarettes. She’ll be dead in six months.” I was frozen in place with my mouth hanging open.
Wtffffffff mannnn
